[ You can't get her to take back what she said, Eiji. Just don't prove her point and start acting the part. A dismissive shrug rolls off her shoulders and she takes another sip of her drink. ]
You might not be obnoxious but you're certainly weird.
[ That's all she'll say. She takes off her red jacket and places it beside her. ]
[ Or because he can maintain eye contact when she removes the jacket, maybe?
He punctuates his teasing by tipping both his upper body and his mug back, not letting any of his drink go to waste and letting small drops fall on his tongue for a few seconds. ]
[ Faye watches him closely, cradling her drink by the rim. She subtly sweeps her tongue along the border of her bottom lip, noticing that his gaze never breaks from hers. Meanwhile, her eyes wander briefly from his face, to his broad chest, along the build of his shoulders, then back up again. The man was eye candy, at least. ]
[ He keeps his answer to that simple humming for a moment, as he holds the pose with head tipped back and mouth open. Tongue slightly extended to catch the last drip of foam. Uncouth, perhaps, but at least it gives her a good eyeful of his muscles. There's no denying he's a beefcake. The posture has the shirt clinging tight enough to show a shade of his abs and clearly defining his pecs.
With a clonk, he puts the glass down and sits back, arms up on the backrest. Eyes back on hers. He can't get enough of that glamourous green. His are a boring brown, but they're calm and sharp at once. ]
The parts that are mean to little ol' me, just because I want your attention.
[ It's obvious that he knows she's staring; that her eyes are travelling below his chin and beyond. But she stops as an act of defiance and locks her eyes with his -- a cool brown but now a penetrating black due to the dimmed lighting.
She lifts a manicured brow and settles back in her seat, arms crossed loosely beneath her bosom. ]
You get off on me being mean to you, don't you, weirdo?
[ The question compels her to smirk with clear amusement on her face. ]
[ He contemplates it, with an undue air of seriousness. As he thinks, he pulls out a box of cigarettes. He’s torn the lid, so it’s mostly closed, but a small section can open independently. So that he can shake it juuuust right for a single stick to rise, drawing it out with his lips. He tips his head, box tilted. Asking her if she wants one without having to say it. ]
I think you’d like it if I did, which is why you graced me with a little abuse even as you asked. So, if it makes you happy... I’ll say yes.
[ Faye rolls her eyes and plucks a cigarette from the pack. ]
Don't give me that "if it makes you happy" crap.
[ She plants it between her red lips and starts rummaging the pockets of her jacket. ]
It's a simple question. Not even a serious one.
[ Where the hell did I put it... ]
What does it matter if it makes me happy... ah ha!
[ Lighter = found. She lights her smoke and then, hand now extended out towards him, offers to light his. And just for good measure because it does, in fact, please her to rile him up a little: ]
[ For once his eyes leave hers, just a quick glance at her colourful lips. And enjoys watching her rummage. It’s kinda cute, a little clumsy. ]
Maybe...
[ When she offers her lighter, he pauses and reaches out to grip her wrist. His hands are best described as brutish, big and tough and though not harming her, unmistakably dangerous. Like a tiger’s paw with the claws retracted. Just keeping her hand steady as he leans in, cigarette still in his lips, to light it.
Only after he leans back and lets smoke flow from his nose for a moment does he release her and continue his sentence. ]
[ Her wrist is so dainty and fragile in his grip and she's just one move away from grabbing her gun — a reminder to herself. He could snap her arm like a twig but she knows he won't; observable in the way she's unflinchingly adjusted when he grabs her. She kind of likes it.
He lets go and she leans back against the booth, tucking away her lighter, resuming the staring contest she was having with him earlier. She's thinking, but she's also studying him, as if trying to pinpoint something that suddenly dawned on her.
The conversation takes an intriguing turn. ]
Tell me, Eiji... have you been dominated by a woman before?
[ In the bedroom, she fails to add but he could probably guess that's what she meant. She takes a drag off her cigarette, watching him, a curious glint in her green eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of her painted lips. The smoke is thick and milky as it spills from her mouth and curls delicately away from her face. ]
[ He probably could have gotten away with his relaxed poker face if he didn’t have a lungful of smoke when she asked. The twin jets of smoke are a comical sound effect away from being something out of a Tex Avery cartoon, when the wolf witnesses a sexy show. He hadn’t been expecting that, and as a bonus, it makes his eyes drop to her figure. For just a second or two, but still. ]
I’ve never been dominated by anyone.
[ It’s a simple reply that he hopes covers the breach of his usually impeccable composure. And a reminder of his strength- it’s quite hard to picture anyone easily overpowering him. ]
[ His reaction is unintentionally humorous and earns him a laugh -- though it's his answer that further enriches her amusement. She's assuming he means in general. ]
That's not hard to believe.
[ Eiji is a man of great size and strength and it's hard to imagine anyone wielding power over him outside of his own propensity. Perhaps he isn't thinking the same thing she is and he has consented to such behavior before. She flicks her cigarette and moves to prop her elbows on the table, easing herself forward, just enough to bring her cleavage into frame, perfectly unashamed. ]
But have you ever allowed a woman to... sexually... dominate you before?
[ This is technically true, as never being dominated covers every sort of domination. Her phrasing, 'allowed' someone to dominate him would be the only way it could happen. He likes being in control, likes revelling in his own strength. It's why, even though it's ultimately for a greater goal, he enjoys the brutality of his killing.
It's confusing, and irritatingly human, that he has the compulsion to let his gaze wander and look at her cleavage. Frustrating how he's already imagining how those heavy breasts would look if she were naked, on her hands and knees, hanging below her body...
He sniffs, taking a slow drag of his smoke and countering with something to level the field hopefully. ]
Have you ever been choked during orgasm?
[ A just as jarring swerve, in his opinion. And one he'd love to see come true, just as he suspects she'd enjoy dominating him. ]
[ It doesn't surprise her when he levels the field. She watched those dark eyes of him wander below her neckline and she almost smirks just because she knew he would. A small but insignificant victory to stash away. The cigarette dangles helplessly from her lips as she considers an answer to his question. Two fingers come up to pull it from her lips, leaving a ribbon of smoke in its trail. ]
No. I haven't. Have you?
[ She lifts a curious brow and reaches for her drink again. ]
What's it supposed to do anyway? Make the orgasm more powerful?
[ He’d been hoping for a more visceral reaction, but for whatever reason Faye seems to trust him. The implication he’d liked to put one of his huge hands around her neck and show her how it feels doesn’t seem to bother her.
He spends a moment flexing one of his hands, making a fist and relaxing it a few times. Like he’s warming up. ]
Maybe just putting your life in someone else’s hands, literally, has a certain thrill involved.
[ It could be trust, or it could be a matter of carrying tenacity in the face of a challenge. And that's what Eiji was: a very, very enticing challenge. It was magnetic; what kept her coming back even after he's done everything to piss her off. ]
What if I'd rather choke you?
[ Her brow quirks before she angles her head back to tilt the rest of her drink down her throat. When she finishes, she'll raise the empty glass until someone notices. ]
[ The number is smaller than he implies, and of course, not everyone. A lot of them just died. Thinking about it, and watching her expose her throat by taking that deep drink puts thoughts in his head. He's feeling the urge to indulge his impulses trickling down his spine, like unnaturally slow electricity crawling towards his limbs. ]
You think you could, with those lovely little hands? Or you want to use a belt or something?
[ He doesn't give her any special indication that he'd like or dislike it. If he'd allow it. The maybe, maybe not manner is surely part of the challenge. ]
[ How many of them have died? was her next question but it was probably best if she didn't know the answer to that. A number exists. She's positive of that much. This may be her flirting with danger but she's fully aware of what she could get into with the likes of someone like him. After a few more drags off her cigarette, she smashes the butt into an ashtray.
You think you could? She has to smile. ]
I know I could.
[ The confidence would be unnerving if it weren't uncommon for her. ]
A belt would also suffice.
[ They're both brought a refill of their drinks. She waits until they're alone again before she adds: ]
I imagine I could ride you better that way while effectively choking you at the same time. Wouldn't you say so?
[ He deliberately takes his time to consider her question, but doesn’t bother to hide his amusement. He’s enjoying how casually they’re discussing the topic, and it seems the game is about who can make the most outrageous suggestions and keep a straight face. ]
Hmm... [ Eiji brings his own cigarette to the verge of oblivion and puts it out on his palm, a quick sizzling sound signifying it’s end. He often does things like that, reminders he’s tough as nails and twice as sharp. ] I’d agree that theoretically, if you were to want to bounce on my dick and choke me, that’d be a great way to do it.
[ He swipes a finger through the froth of his fresh beer, letting the accumulated drop drip onto his tongue. ]
It’d be best if I was in your ass though. Then I could finger bang you at the same time.
[ The level of vulgarity that their conversation is reaching is almost laughable if it weren't also pretty hot. When she isn't musing over what it must sound like to those nearby, she's thinking about them screwing. It pins an amused smirk to her face that doesn't seem to leave, even after he puts the cherry out on his skin. ]
Tough guy.
[ Playfully. She grabs her second drink now, takes a long sip that allows her to enjoy the taste more, listening while Eiji supplies her with another description. Pulling her mouth away, she almost laughs, and runs her tongue along her lips in thought. ]
I think a little more attention on my clit would yield better results. You want me to come, don't you?
[ In his case, he enjoys the increasing coarseness of terms, and spends a moment thinking of the best way to phrase his reply in light of that. And takes the time to focus himself to keep a straight face when he says- ]
I want you to squirt like a broken fire hydrant, yeah.
[ He almost loses it, but covers it by once again taking a deep, long drink of his beer. He downs half of it in one go and when he's down, clunks the glass on the table and makes a pleased 'puwaaah' sound. Making his indecent proposals seem as natural as possible. ]
[ It's right as she's taking another sip, just as her mouth is full with liquid, that she hears like a broken fire hydrant and loses all control, resulting in a hilarious spit-take. Her shoulders quake with silent laughter as she proceeds to wipe her mouth and grab napkins to blot herself with. ]
[ There's a small chuckle at the back of her throat as she hands him off a few napkins. ]
You've gotten me one way. Just have to see if you will the other.
[ That's not a guarantee, of course. Or was it? Just what is it about him that has her drawn to him, bothering to flirt so shamelessly, knowing the kind of man he is, what he's capable of. She's not even sure herself. And yet, here she is, finding herself scooting closer to him, leaning over temptingly, and running the tip of her warm tongue up his cheek to catch some of that backwashed alcohol she so kindly sprayed all over him. Yummy. ]
[ Eiji takes the napkins, but doesn't use them. He keeps his flat expression right up until she sidles up and lets her tongue run over his skin. And it's when she tries to stop he raises a hand, aiming to get a grip of her hair to keep her close. ]
You missed a spot.
[ He's decided to ramp it up some. Why not? A tongue bath to clean him off is only fair, she made the mess. ]
[ She tries to move away and becomes flustered when his hand slides up the back of her head and fists some of her hair. It's only mild disbelief that crosses her face at first until the look in her eyes sharpens and suddenly she looks amused.
You missed a spot.
Fine then. She can play it his way.
Eiji won't even need to guide her; she leans back in, grabbing his face, and immediately starts cleaning the mess up with her tongue. She's thorough about it, catching every drop or trace, making sure not to miss a single spot, and they're probably getting looks over this but it won't seem to deter her any. She's actually quite into it. It's when she reaches his mouth that she takes special care to go slow about it. Careful. She trails the tip of her tongue around his mouth first, then over them, in between them, as if to coax his tongue out to play. ]
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[ You can't get her to take back what she said, Eiji. Just don't prove her point and start acting the part. A dismissive shrug rolls off her shoulders and she takes another sip of her drink. ]
You might not be obnoxious but you're certainly weird.
[ That's all she'll say. She takes off her red jacket and places it beside her. ]
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[ Or because he can maintain eye contact when she removes the jacket, maybe?
He punctuates his teasing by tipping both his upper body and his mug back, not letting any of his drink go to waste and letting small drops fall on his tongue for a few seconds. ]
Or because I like the nasty parts?
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[ Faye watches him closely, cradling her drink by the rim. She subtly sweeps her tongue along the border of her bottom lip, noticing that his gaze never breaks from hers. Meanwhile, her eyes wander briefly from his face, to his broad chest, along the build of his shoulders, then back up again. The man was eye candy, at least. ]
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[ He keeps his answer to that simple humming for a moment, as he holds the pose with head tipped back and mouth open. Tongue slightly extended to catch the last drip of foam. Uncouth, perhaps, but at least it gives her a good eyeful of his muscles. There's no denying he's a beefcake. The posture has the shirt clinging tight enough to show a shade of his abs and clearly defining his pecs.
With a clonk, he puts the glass down and sits back, arms up on the backrest. Eyes back on hers. He can't get enough of that glamourous green. His are a boring brown, but they're calm and sharp at once. ]
The parts that are mean to little ol' me, just because I want your attention.
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She lifts a manicured brow and settles back in her seat, arms crossed loosely beneath her bosom. ]
You get off on me being mean to you, don't you, weirdo?
[ The question compels her to smirk with clear amusement on her face. ]
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[ He contemplates it, with an undue air of seriousness. As he thinks, he pulls out a box of cigarettes. He’s torn the lid, so it’s mostly closed, but a small section can open independently. So that he can shake it juuuust right for a single stick to rise, drawing it out with his lips. He tips his head, box tilted. Asking her if she wants one without having to say it. ]
I think you’d like it if I did, which is why you graced me with a little abuse even as you asked. So, if it makes you happy... I’ll say yes.
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Don't give me that "if it makes you happy" crap.
[ She plants it between her red lips and starts rummaging the pockets of her jacket. ]
It's a simple question. Not even a serious one.
[ Where the hell did I put it... ]
What does it matter if it makes me happy... ah ha!
[ Lighter = found. She lights her smoke and then, hand now extended out towards him, offers to light his. And just for good measure because it does, in fact, please her to rile him up a little: ]
C'mere, weirdo.
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Maybe...
[ When she offers her lighter, he pauses and reaches out to grip her wrist. His hands are best described as brutish, big and tough and though not harming her, unmistakably dangerous. Like a tiger’s paw with the claws retracted. Just keeping her hand steady as he leans in, cigarette still in his lips, to light it.
Only after he leans back and lets smoke flow from his nose for a moment does he release her and continue his sentence. ]
Maybe I like it because it makes you happy.
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He lets go and she leans back against the booth, tucking away her lighter, resuming the staring contest she was having with him earlier. She's thinking, but she's also studying him, as if trying to pinpoint something that suddenly dawned on her.
The conversation takes an intriguing turn. ]
Tell me, Eiji... have you been dominated by a woman before?
[ In the bedroom, she fails to add but he could probably guess that's what she meant. She takes a drag off her cigarette, watching him, a curious glint in her green eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of her painted lips. The smoke is thick and milky as it spills from her mouth and curls delicately away from her face. ]
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I’ve never been dominated by anyone.
[ It’s a simple reply that he hopes covers the breach of his usually impeccable composure. And a reminder of his strength- it’s quite hard to picture anyone easily overpowering him. ]
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That's not hard to believe.
[ Eiji is a man of great size and strength and it's hard to imagine anyone wielding power over him outside of his own propensity. Perhaps he isn't thinking the same thing she is and he has consented to such behavior before. She flicks her cigarette and moves to prop her elbows on the table, easing herself forward, just enough to bring her cleavage into frame, perfectly unashamed. ]
But have you ever allowed a woman to... sexually... dominate you before?
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[ This is technically true, as never being dominated covers every sort of domination. Her phrasing, 'allowed' someone to dominate him would be the only way it could happen. He likes being in control, likes revelling in his own strength. It's why, even though it's ultimately for a greater goal, he enjoys the brutality of his killing.
It's confusing, and irritatingly human, that he has the compulsion to let his gaze wander and look at her cleavage. Frustrating how he's already imagining how those heavy breasts would look if she were naked, on her hands and knees, hanging below her body...
He sniffs, taking a slow drag of his smoke and countering with something to level the field hopefully. ]
Have you ever been choked during orgasm?
[ A just as jarring swerve, in his opinion. And one he'd love to see come true, just as he suspects she'd enjoy dominating him. ]
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No. I haven't. Have you?
[ She lifts a curious brow and reaches for her drink again. ]
What's it supposed to do anyway? Make the orgasm more powerful?
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[ He’d been hoping for a more visceral reaction, but for whatever reason Faye seems to trust him. The implication he’d liked to put one of his huge hands around her neck and show her how it feels doesn’t seem to bother her.
He spends a moment flexing one of his hands, making a fist and relaxing it a few times. Like he’s warming up. ]
Maybe just putting your life in someone else’s hands, literally, has a certain thrill involved.
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[ It could be trust, or it could be a matter of carrying tenacity in the face of a challenge. And that's what Eiji was: a very, very enticing challenge. It was magnetic; what kept her coming back even after he's done everything to piss her off. ]
What if I'd rather choke you?
[ Her brow quirks before she angles her head back to tilt the rest of her drink down her throat. When she finishes, she'll raise the empty glass until someone notices. ]
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You think you could, with those lovely little hands? Or you want to use a belt or something?
[ He doesn't give her any special indication that he'd like or dislike it. If he'd allow it. The maybe, maybe not manner is surely part of the challenge. ]
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You think you could? She has to smile. ]
I know I could.
[ The confidence would be unnerving if it weren't uncommon for her. ]
A belt would also suffice.
[ They're both brought a refill of their drinks. She waits until they're alone again before she adds: ]
I imagine I could ride you better that way while effectively choking you at the same time. Wouldn't you say so?
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Hmm... [ Eiji brings his own cigarette to the verge of oblivion and puts it out on his palm, a quick sizzling sound signifying it’s end. He often does things like that, reminders he’s tough as nails and twice as sharp. ] I’d agree that theoretically, if you were to want to bounce on my dick and choke me, that’d be a great way to do it.
[ He swipes a finger through the froth of his fresh beer, letting the accumulated drop drip onto his tongue. ]
It’d be best if I was in your ass though. Then I could finger bang you at the same time.
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Tough guy.
[ Playfully. She grabs her second drink now, takes a long sip that allows her to enjoy the taste more, listening while Eiji supplies her with another description. Pulling her mouth away, she almost laughs, and runs her tongue along her lips in thought. ]
I think a little more attention on my clit would yield better results. You want me to come, don't you?
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I want you to squirt like a broken fire hydrant, yeah.
[ He almost loses it, but covers it by once again taking a deep, long drink of his beer. He downs half of it in one go and when he's down, clunks the glass on the table and makes a pleased 'puwaaah' sound. Making his indecent proposals seem as natural as possible. ]
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Goddamn it, Eiji.
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Hm.
[ You know what, he has something for this- ]
Not what I meant, but... mission accomplished.
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You've gotten me one way. Just have to see if you will the other.
[ That's not a guarantee, of course. Or was it? Just what is it about him that has her drawn to him, bothering to flirt so shamelessly, knowing the kind of man he is, what he's capable of. She's not even sure herself. And yet, here she is, finding herself scooting closer to him, leaning over temptingly, and running the tip of her warm tongue up his cheek to catch some of that backwashed alcohol she so kindly sprayed all over him. Yummy. ]
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You missed a spot.
[ He's decided to ramp it up some. Why not? A tongue bath to clean him off is only fair, she made the mess. ]
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You missed a spot.
Fine then. She can play it his way.
Eiji won't even need to guide her; she leans back in, grabbing his face, and immediately starts cleaning the mess up with her tongue. She's thorough about it, catching every drop or trace, making sure not to miss a single spot, and they're probably getting looks over this but it won't seem to deter her any. She's actually quite into it. It's when she reaches his mouth that she takes special care to go slow about it. Careful. She trails the tip of her tongue around his mouth first, then over them, in between them, as if to coax his tongue out to play. ]
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sorry for the wait!!
Always worth the wait. ❤